CRY ME A RIVER

[Intro]
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Lil Rapture
Yeah yeah let's go
Aye
[?]
Welcome

[Chorus]
Everybody hate me like I'm sexist
Attitude on me bigger than Texas
*Screaming*
Uh
Cry me a river
Pack on me, yeah you know I deliver
Got dope on me going straight to my liver
Coke bag in my Burberry boxers
Sixth grade, selling weed out my locker
Seventh grade, pain killers and vodka
Coming home eyes red as a lobster
Bloodshot red like Wacka Flocka
Flames on him if you flock on my patna
These lames around me, left 'em dearly departed
Can't forget me like I pulled up and scarred 'em
Body bags in the river discarded (Goodbye)
Drugs in my liver, going retarded

[Verse]
Body armor on me, feel like a Spartan
So much green on me, feel like a garden
So much green on me, feel like a forest
Selling green, bitch, I feel like a florist
Battle of the bands, you be the poorest
10 bands for a verse and a chorus
100 grand and I'll fight Chuck Norris
Keep the money where my gun and my sword is
Foreign clothes, everything is imported
Foreign drugs, cut it up, I'ma snort it
Foreign bitch, looking drop dead gorgeous
I'm a prodigy, how I write and record it
Nothing that you ever say is important
Oh you said something? guess I ignored it
Bro you talk so slow, you a tortoise
Fuck your parents or whoever made you
Fuck the power or the god that created you
Bath salt, money smoking on K2
Put honey on a blunt since grade school
Been through it like a old pair of skate shoes
I won't let you sit with me like I hate you
I won't let you step foot in my territory
Cool story, wrap it up 'cause it's getting boring
I'ma stop you right there, end of story
How the fuck did you ever get this annoying?
I'ma keep going, just can't quit
I'ma keep glowing 'till I'm rich
Keep smoking on the dope 'till I twitch
Money magic, kinda work like a glitch
Money magic, yeah I feel like a witch
Witchcraft, Abercrombie & Fitch
Got more connections than a satellite dish
Got more product than Amazon and Wish

[Chorus]
Everybody hate me like I'm sexist
Attitude on me bigger than Texas
*Screaming*
Uh
Cry me a river
Pack on me, yeah you know I deliver
Got dope on me going straight to my liver
Coke bag in my Burberry boxers
Sixth grade, selling weed out my locker
Seventh grade, pain killers and vodka
Coming home eyes red as a lobster
Bloodshot red like Wacka Flocka
Flames on him if you flock on my patna
These lames around me, left 'em dearly departed
Can't forget me like I pulled up and scarred 'em
Body bags in the river discarded
Drugs in my liver, going retarded

[Outro]
Lil Rapture
*Screaming*
*Laughter*